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The Admiral 



A DRAMATIC TRIAD, 







The Admiral 



A DRAMATIC TRIAD. 



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Entered, according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1889, by 

CHARLOTTE PENDLETON, 
J ti the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. 



Printed by 

ALLEN, LANE & SCOTT, 

Philadelphia. 



THE ENTERPRISE. 

Personages. 

Isabella . The Queen. 

Columbus In travel-worn Genoese sail- 
or costume. 

Prince John 14 years of age. 

Diego Son of Columbus — about 10 

years of age. 

Juan Perez The Prior of Rabida. 

Dolores A Lady in Waiting. 

Rodrigo De Escobar The King s Notary. 

Page, Courtiers, &c. 

Scene — A roo?n at the Court of Spain. 
Time — 1492 . 

Dolo. — Fly, little page, and bring thy mandolin ! 

See, on the brow of our illustrious Queen 

Dull care sit brooding. 

Isa. — I thank thee, lady ; perchance this cloud wilt lift 

Of heavy perturbation from my soul, 

Under the spell of singing innocence. 

Dolo. — Madam, let not the cares of empire thus 

Oppress your royal spirit. 

Were we not born upon the self-same day ? 

You are not older than your serving maid, 

You are the fairest fair in all Castile, 

(3) 



Born to a throne, set high above dull care, 
And yet your soul is sad upon its throne 
While I, your maid, go singing all the day. 
Isa. — Dolores, it is well that you should sing 
Who dwell sequestered in the pleasant shade ; 
But I was born to share the burdens of 
An empire, and my gracious Lord brooks not 
The cares of state, or Christian polity. 
His spirit is so masterful he is 
In love with war, as doth beseem a king. 



[Comes forward and sings.'] 



[Page pauses on the threshold and sings. ,] 

The rose endowering, 
With perfumed flowering, 

The bare, white breast of May ; 
Young love a wandering, 
[n light philandering, 

With laughter stole away. 

Belle dame sans merci 
Why dart at me so merrily 
Eye-beams luminous and dark 
As the fire-flies' living spark, 
Or phosphorus that seems to be 
Moonlight sifted through the sea. 

Think you with that smile so rare 
To net me in a shimmering snare, 
Belle dame sans merci. 

Dame. I know a maid, and she 
Is both fair and true to me, 
And her voice is like the lark, 
Breaking thy enchantment dark 
Belle dame sans merci. 

[Columbus enters, accompanied by Rodrigo De Escobar, Diego, 
and Juan Perez, the Prior of Rabida.~\ 

Juan. — Hail, Majesty of Spain ! I bring thee this 
Reclaimed suitor, whom thou most graciously 



Dost honor with renewed audience. 

We did o'ertake him in the way that leads 

To Cordova — the boy wept as they walked — 

And brought them hither stained with the dust of highways, 

Lest thy soft purpose chill with too long waiting. 

Isa. — Couldst thou not tarry, Colon, until the King 

Had slaked his thirst for war? And do the subjects 

Of free states depart without dismissal? 

Col. — I would not seem to lack in reverence ; 

For thou dost wear thy vested majesty 

As God's vicegerent : but 'tis not my wont 

To sue to sovereigns, and, though myself most humble, 

It doth ill beseem my lofty purpose 

To wait in dalliance upon the King. 

Isa. — Think'st thou the King would pause to hear thy suit, 

Proud Genoese, upon the brink of war? 

Col. — Sovereigns may scorn my poor indignity, 

But that of which I treat gives me precedence 

Before the King. What are these idle bands 

Of alien Moors that they should claim the sword 

Of Spain, when he may set upon his brows 

The radiant crown of Orient? 

Isa. — Speak on ! 

Col. — Most gentle lady, hast thou ne'er heard 

From bards and chroniclers of that far land 

Beyond the seas, the fabled Isles of Thule ? 

Isa. — It was to hear of these I sent for thee. 

Col.— Our mariners, as they sailed, blown from their course, 

Report of such uncharted, nameless shores, 

And many fables of the ancients point 

To these conclusions. If their winged ships 

Did reach and ground their keels on those far strands 

May not our sails, filled with the gracious winds 

Of Christendom, follow where they have led? 

Isa. — But these are fables of the heathen, Colon, 

Not made for credence. That were impiety. 



Col. — Man cannot dream of what may not exist, 

And truth lies mirrored in prophetic vision 

As tiny pools reflect the arch of heaven ; 

The soil, although it be not holy land, 

Brings forth good fruitage, water hath uses for 

The earth's refreshment even unblessed, and oil 

Rich gifts wherewith to heal a gaping wound, 

'Though it be not the holy chrism of unction : 

The Church endows it with this special function. 

Juan. — It doth concern the good of Christendom. 

Isa. — What would you of us, Colon ? Speak your wish. 

Col. — Fain would I go to search for those dim shores, 

In galleys armed by thee, and in return 

Lay at thy feet the empires of the Orient. 

Isa. — No man did ever read my thoughts till now, 

Columbus ! So have I dreamed that I should be 

To high deeds highly consecrate. 

Col. — Thou art placed high to show us high disdain 

For aims ignoble. Not for that thou shalt wear 

This pearl among thy jewels, but shalt be called 

Blessed among women, second to none save her 

With whom 'twere impious even to compare thee. 

Isa. — I have in mine own right jewels and gold, 

Castilian revenues ; these shalt thou have. 

Col. — How well doth sovereignty become a woman ! 

A distant convent bell strikes for the angelus as the curtain goes 
down. 

Musical interlude. — These orchestral interludes fill all the time 
between the parts, and prepare the 7?iood for the following parts, so 
that there is no break between the first note of the prelude and the last 
words of the closing choral. 



II. 

THE VOYAGE. 

Personages. 

Don Colon The Admiral. 

Pedro Alonzo Nino Pilot. 

Sancho Ruiz Pilot. 

Rodriguez Sanchez Inspector of the Fleet. 

Diego De Arana Principal Alguazil.™ 

Rodrigo De Escobar King' s Notary. 

Two Adventurers^ Sailors, Soldiers, &*c. 

Scene — Mia-ocean, aboard the "Santa Maria;" the Admiral on 
the poop ; Sancho Ruiz on watch. A motley group of sailors, 6°r. , 
on the main deck. The two adventurers seated together, apart, play- 
ing at moro.'f 

Sancho. — Against our galley, where sea fire-flies flash, 
In dull, long thuds the shoreless breakers plash ; 
And, darkly on the ocean, mirrored lies 
The face of darkness, till the waters seem 
Pale as one lying in a troubled dream, 
Who breaks the nameless terror of his sleep 
With a low cry : so, out of stormless skies, 
Through taut, wet ropes, keen as a serpent's hiss 
The east wind flies ; chilling the very bones, 
Congealing in the veins the blood's red flow; 
Not the attested risk, the sudden squall ; 

* Alguazil, an officer of police. f Old Italian ^ame. 

(?) 



Flaws, flashes, bold, wild winds that laughing leap 

Out of the cloud-rack, touching as they fly 

Un fathomed ocean chords, waking their low, 

Tumultuous, and mighty organ tones ; 

For this majestic music only the gray, 

Monotonous, endless monotone of ocean waves at play. 

Rodrigo. — He said that I should find women more fair 

Than those of Spain.; houris whose smouldering eyes 

Burn with cold fire, timid as couched fawn 

In forest glade, pale as the sky at dawn ; 

Living jewels sailing the sultry air ; 

Odors of Ind winged in aerial flight ; 

Fruits strange unto the taste and to the sight 

Most strange, dim-sphered, of opalescent hue, 

Chameleon-tinted as a drop of dew, 

Melting upon the lip as the dew dies 

In rapture at the first long kiss of day ; 

And I have found instead only the gray, 

Long, wind-blown furrows of wild waves at play. 

Rodriguez. — I came for conquest, and my coat of mail 

Rusts in the locker. Like a creeping snail 

I crawl about the galley's slippery deck ; 

Better the storm, inglorious death by wreck, 

Drowned like a rat, than stagnate on the gray, 

Monotonous waves of ocean at their stupid play. 

Pedro. — The priests were right, they said, the good, wise priests, 

That we should find beyond the sea's rim, there, 

Quicksands, morasses, and the filthy, lair 

Of slimy reptiles, toads, man-eating beasts ; 

These be the shores that lie beyond the gray, 

Untraveled, trackless plains of ocean, waves at play. 

ist Adven. — The goldsmith Hafiz said that I should find 

Gold red as copper, many times refined, 

Heavy as lead ; gems that would shame the sea 

Enchanted pearl. Cursed Moor, for this dull, gray, 

Unprofitable sweep of barren waves at play. 



2d Adven. — Accidente / — Let him who yonder stands 
Look to it that he bring us to these lands 
Of promise, or this keen-edged blade I'll lay 
Across his throat — thus ; think you the gray, 
Sullen, old ocean babbles in its childish play? 
Rodrigo. — How the churls prate! — Oh, for the acetism 
Of the bright court : the oil of courtesy 
Poured o'er the spirit like a sacring chrism 
Sharpening the very barb and point of wit. 
Come, gracious music, gentle minstrelsy, 
Soothe with soft-married chords my vexed spirit. 

[Sings to a mandoiin.~\ 

Andalusia, Andalusia, 
With thy golden-fruited groves, 
Where the low-browed Dolorosa 
In the moonlight dreaming roves ; 

In the garden, Dolorosa, 
Where, upon the ruined wall, 
Lizards crawl, 

And the sombre cypress throws a 
Shadow like a funeral pall, 

Where the peacock. Dolorosa, 
Trails his plumes in idle grace, 
And the tongue of Andalusia 
Makes soft music through the place ; 

Let not others. Dolorosa, 
Win thy favor, for my love 
Flies to thee in far Alhama 
From the ocean, like a dove. 

Shall I e'er in Andalusia 
Through the golden-fruited grove, 
With thee in the moonlight rove, 
Marequita de mi alma, 
Dolorosa ? 

Rodriguez. — Peace to your mawkish lays and lovers' lore ; 
Can you not stir our hearts with songs of war? 



At least there are no women on this gray, 
Passionless, wide sea, rolling in aimless play. 

[Rodrigo sings. ~] 
What warrior rides in barded array 
With nodding of plumes in the heat of the fray ; 

With corselet of steel and armour of chain, 
With a shield that is red as the sun in the West, 
With close-woven vizor and 'long lance at rest, 
'Tis the Cid— 'tis the Cid — 'tis the flower of Spain. 

There sits in her tower, 'mid pages and maids, 
While the arms of the Cid on a banner she braids, 

The proudest of all the proud ladies of Spain ; 
For does he not wear on his sleeve, in the fight, 
As a talisman, ever untarnished and bright, 

The orange-lined scarf of the Lady Ximene. 

RodiHguez. — Give me thy mandolin — tighten the key; 
Bah, the string snaps; 'tis the soft-salted sea. 

[Rodriguez sings, .] 
Santa Maria, shrive him where he lies 

In the cold bracken, wet with midnight dew ; 
Through forest aisles where no man doth pursue. 
Driven by glazing eyes a rider flies. 

Hide ferns those dying orbits' fix£d stare, 
Lest one behold reflected in their spheres 
That which would freeze a stricken mother's tears 

Up at their source. Better that he lie there, 

Shrouded in fronds, where pine crests darkly loom 
In columned shade ; better that there should reign 

A pale-faced brother in a brother's room, 
Haunted by ghastly visions of the slain, 

And one who flies forever through the gloom 
Of forest aisles, crouching with slackened rein. 

Don. — Oft when, a lad, I stood upon the quays, 

The marble quays, of Genoa the bold, 

Rich, homeward-freighted galleys furled their sails, 

Sounds rose of busy traffic from the mart, 

And tuneful cries of mariners — "Ahoy ! " 

"Ahoy ! vessel to larboard, boys ! Ahoy ! " 



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As in a half-forgotten dream, unheeded: 

My spirit was afloat, and followed where 

The sharp, white light fell on the lessening sail 

Until it trembling sank below the bright 

Marge of the sea, and queried, ''Whither bound?" 

Already I beheld visions of shores 

Unvisited, and nether worlds. My soul 

Set to new worlds as the quick needle 

Feels for the pole. 

Shall I grow faint, and lose the sight God gives 

To little children and to child-like men ? 

He who holds steadfast to this inward sight 

Shall reach the goal ; not otherwise, my soul. 

Yon cloud, that drifts across the face of day, 

Obscures the sun ; but he, the lamp of God, 

Ere long dispels the foul and noxious vapors : 

Intangible forms of danger often thus 

Obscure the light within me ; but, if they quench 

The light, then is my spirit dark indeed. 

What do these sluggards know of that deep fount, 

That hidden source, from which my spirit draws 

A God-like calm? Yet shall their truant purpose, 

Arid weakness, be stayed by it through me. 

Yea, I will bear them with me to the end. 

— See how, with ribald jests and idle play, 

They cheat the time and steal the hours away. 

[Second Adventurer sings.'] 

Let him with his courtier ways, 
Tripping songs, and roundelays. 

Worship at the shrine of Venus : 
In the dancing Maenads' train, 
Skirts bedraggled with the stain 
Of trampled grapes, we'd follow fain 
Tipsy old Silenus. 

1st Ad. — Who is this gloomy Don Magnifico who treats with sov- 
ereigns and scorns us common folk? 



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2d Ad. — They say he was an idle sailor lad of Genoa. 

ist Ad. — Nay, he is schooled, and writes within a book like the 

King's notary. The Prior of Rabida 'twas procured his favor with 

the Queen, and thus he comes by all his treasure, pomp, and titles. 

2d Ad. — He was simple Colon when he began. The learned school 

of fishes we'll consign him to will soon, by grammatical, inverse 

ratio reduce him to a semi-colon, and thus to a point. 

ist Ad. — How, to a point? 

2d Ad. — Why man, do not the grammarians define a point to be 

nothing? 

ist Ad. — How can a thing be nothing? 

2d Ad. — By ceasing to be, thou blockhead ! 

Don. — The vulgar thought disturbs me not 

That we shall find, at this bourne or at that, 

The place of torment ; yet in these nether worlds 

May there not be forces conformed to strange 

Necessities ; air denser, or more light, 

Whereat the lungs refuse their usual functions : 

Strange ethic laws, that, knowing not, we fall 

Into unnatural crime ; and, having lost 

All memory of things past, nor gained instead 

Their cosmic word, we do forever grope, 

Weeping, in blind confusion ? — The noble purpose, 

Nobly pursued, leads not to such undoing. 

Let me not dwell in marshy fens of doubt, 

Where foul, miasmic mists steal o'er the senses, 

Changing the sometime vigor of the blood 

To sick irresolution. When shall these eyes 

Behold the land of my delight, green isles 

And gracious curving shores, where the fresh brook 

Flows babbling to the sea ? My nostrils scent 

The earth-mould of new lands — lands that I shall 

Have dowered with life. Oh ! could I stand awhile 

On some far peak of time, and, looking back 

Across the sea of days rolling between, 

Behold the fields, and taste the round, ripe fruit 



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Of the small, living seed sown here to-day 

By this weak hand — nations and peoples vast, 

Innumerable, owning the gracious sway 

Of the meek Master; blessed, and sending back 

Blessings undreamed upon that other world, 

Whence I am bearing to these unknown shores 

The ark and sacred covenants of God. 

Sancho. — Hush ! — 'Tis the hour when the earth doth keep 

Silence before the Lord. The inchoate deep, 

Unconscious of a God, tumultuous sways, 

Where, from the vaulted sky's ethereal steeps 

The sun descending, shorn of resplendent rays, 

Stains with his blood the couch whereon he sleeps. 

[All, standing with uncovered heads and making the sign of the 
cross, sing, as the sun goes down.'] 

Salve Regina ! 

No convent bell, lingeringly 

Throbs in the dusky, Spanish air 

At even prayer. 

Out of the deep we cry to thee, 

Salve Regina ! 

Sancho. — All's well ! 

Don.^— Relieve the watch, Alonzo. 

Alonzo. — Ay, ay ! 

Curtain falls. Musical interlude. 



III. 

THE DISCOVERY. 

Personages. 

Don Colon The Admiral. 

Pedro Alonzo Nino Pilot. 

First Adventurer. 

Second Adventurer. 

Indian Medicine Man, Braves, and Maiden Warriors. 

Scene — A deeply-wooded, tropical island. Under palm and groo- 
groo trees glimpses of a green circle, in the centre of which is a rude 
altar, and on the altar a fawn lying ready for sacrifice. 

Time — Sunset. 

Don. — Almost my hope is fainted ; I seem 

But to pursue a dream and still a dream, 

Like false earth-lights that lead to nothing and 

No whither. 

Vast, original, deep silence. 

The bourne I seek recedes as I approach it. 

I cannot pray. The intangible God, 

That walked with me in Spain, is absent here. 

Did I then, like the heathen, make. a vast 

And magnified projection of myself, 

And worship it ? — Get thee behind me, Satan ! 

For that he doth withdraw his visible 

Surroundings, lo, I faint. I knew sheep were 

There, and of other folds ; did I not come 

(14) 



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To seek them ? but, not these, Master, not these ! 

— These be the imperial shores of fabled Ind, 

But where the marshalled hosts arrayed, warriors, 

And arms victorious of an impious God ? 

Saladin, on his steed caparisoned, 

Riding with impious vows and cries of Allah ? 

Scimitared and turbaned Turks victorious, 

Dyed with the immaculate blood of Christendom ? 

— I do await the coming of Alonzo. 

These altars and midsummer festivals 

Portend, perchance, something beyond light revels. 

May not these be the fringes of the skirt 

Of wide, imperial Ind? — Welcome, Alonzo ! 

Welcome, good friend ! 

Alon. — Be not cast down, dear Master ! 

The favorable star that marshalled thee, 

Deserts thee here ; everywhere I found 

The red-limbed /supple children of the forest, 

Whose foes are but the monsters of the brake ; 

Jaguars with flaming eyes, whose swift leap shakes 

The trembling earth ; and the entwining length 

Of sliding serpents, hanging coiled from boughs 

Drooping above deep, silent water-ways; 

Creatures as like the Indians as these are to 

Ourselves, swaying in chain -like bridges from 

The melancholy, bearded trees — for here 

Nature assumes the semblance of mankind, . 

And man becomes a creature of the woods ; 

So interchangeable do all things seem. 

These taught us how to prize the netted gourds, 

Filled with a luscious, supernatural milk ; 

Large as the heads of nut-brown Indian boys ; 

Webbed, like an oriole's nest. Deem it not then 

The porch of royal Ind, where man declines 

To kindred with the beasts. 

Don. — Have we not found 



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Traditions here of power — temples and suns, 
And gods imaged of clay? Inscriptions writ 
On stone, as do the heathen, commemorating 
Rites sacrilegious and foul achievements? 

[As Don Colon and Alonzo go off to the tight the two adven- 
turers enter. ~\ 

2d Ad. — What is this — a fairy ring? 

ist Ad. — Here is a meat offering. 

2d Ad. — Some rude altar laid perchance 

For the mystic Indian dance. 

ist Ad. — Let us hide behind this tree : 

These green boughs our covert be. 

2d Ad. — Hush ! I hear rustling leaves. 

ist Ad. — See them coming one by one. 

2d Ad. — Spells and charms the wise man weaves 

At the setting of the sun. 

[Medicine man and braves, followed by maiden warriors, enter the 
green circle. Braves chant to a rude accompaniment of drum and 
cymbal that emphasizes the rhythm of the song and dance. .] 

Braves. 

Sound, sound the bright cymbal ! 
See them come, one by one, 
To the loud-beating drum, 
The bright cymbal. 

On each staid, nut-brown maid, 

Wreaths of pallid moon-flowers laid ; 

Ringing cymbal, beating drum, 

Marshal where the maidens come. * 

Maiden warriors, proud as fire, 
Pure of every earth desire ; 
See them go, eyes aglow, 
Smouldering with the battle ire. 

In their mailed virginity, 
See the maiden warriors shine ; 
Conquerors by right divine 
Of their vestal purity. 



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What on earth can stand before 
These bright harbingers of war ; 
Who is pure enough to stay 
Mailed virgins in the fray ? 

Hail them, hail them as they come, 
Sounding brass and beating drum ; 
Flashing lances in their hands, 
Virgin bands ! 

Maiden Warriors. 

Panthers glide through the wide 
Shadow-lands on every side. 

Medicine Man {chants). 

Lay the wood and set the torch, 
Flesh of red deer burn and scorch, 
Lift the sacrificial fire 
To the day-god's funeral pyre, 
To his clouded, dusky porch. 

Lo, he faints, he falls, he dies ; 

On his couch the sun-god lies. 
Now he seeks the silent, dark 
Shadow-lands ; keep the spark 

Lighted till he doth arise. 

Maiden Warriors (sing, encircling the fire) 
Day to day is linked as we 
Clasp our circling hands to be 
Emblems of a mystery. 

Medicine Man. 

Close upon the day-god's flight, 
Vestal guardian of the night, 
-Luna, from her pallid shroud 
Steals athwart a fleecy cloud, 
In a weird, unearthly light. 

Maiden Warriors. 

Luna, hang thy silver lamp 
Low above the Indian camp. 



Luna is used as more familiar and rhythmical than Mrlitta, the moon goddess. 



If thou slumber, who may keep 
Watch until the dawn doth creep 

Like a captive from his cave 

In the dark and lonesome grave ? 

Medicine Man. 

White-wood ashes we strow 
Where the dying embers glow, 
Till the waves of dawn flow 
Round each peak and shadowy bay, 
And the rushing tides of day 
Fill the caverns of the night 
With a boundless sea of light. 

Braves. 

Swift as rippling winds that flow 
Through green leaves the maidens go 
Drum and cymbal softly beat 
To their light, receding feet. 

Maiden Warriors. 

Luna, Luna, lead us on ! 
2d Ad. — They are gone. 

Curtain falls. Musical interlude. 



CONCLUSION. 

[ The dying Columbus seated alone. • Chorals by invisible singers 
of voices of Nature broken into semi-choruses of Earth and Air; 
and of voices of Revelation divided into semi-choruses of Inspiration 
and Prophecy. ~\ 

Col. — Mysterious monarch, whose unveiled majesty 
None may behold and live ; to whose unfringed eyes 
The night is as the daylight, and the garish day 
Cool as deep-bowered groves ; for whom the farthest pulse 
Of time beats in the passing hour rounding to soft 



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Completion ; and this hour flows in the arteries of 

Eternity ; from whom naught hidden is concealed ; 

Who walkest in the deep and ridest in the storm ; 

And dost behold the uttermost shores of space, whereon 

The shifting sands are strewn and counted ; thee have I sought. 

And with my dedicated power would fain extend 

The boundaries of thy empire ; and as I traveled on 

Thou didst withdraw thyself; no more I saw thee throned 

On clouds, or communed with thee walking in the grove. 

Then, when I lost thee from the visible, sentient world, 

I found thee, veiled by the clouds, obscured by the sense, 

Light of the soul ; whom I dare not so much as name 

Or look upon ; to whom this little earth is but 

The portal of infinity, through which we catch 

The gleam of starry worlds, and hear the waves 

Of that untraversed sea that beats about thy throne. 

Voices of Earth {Semi-chorus). 

'Though he lie in the shadow of silence 
Clothed upon with the semblance of sleep, 
'Though he rest in the dungeon where darkness 
And the earth-clod no memory keep 
Of his name and the place of his sleep, 

Voices of Air {Semi -chorus). 

Yet he lives in the powers that inform 
The spiral, slow movements of nature : 
'Though he fade in the storm and the sunshine 
Yet he lives in the sun and the storm, 
Rebuilt and renewed in new form. 

Voices of Inspiration {Semi- chorus). 

Not alone in the forces of nature, 
Built up like the flower from the sod, 
Not alone doth he live in the sunshine 
Who breathes the quick spirit of God. 

Col. 

Even as a little child, 
Trustful, fearless, undefined ; 



For it is thy hand that leads 

My footsteps ; that same hand that feeds 

The sheep upon the peaceful hills ; 

Did I think that he would feed 

His foolish sheep, and bid me lead 

Souls in peril in their need ? 

When we seek to work our wills 

We blunder ; yet, O power divine, 

We fail not, for our work is thine. 

[Faintly in the distance as he is dying.~\ 

Voices of the Earth {Semi -chorus). 

Like unto like transmutes in endless form, 

Earth unto dust, and thence through sun and storm. 

[Faintly in the distance. ~\ 
Voices of Prophecy {Semi- chorus). 

The soul made in God's image doth not plod 
A dreary treadmill round from sun to sod, 
But lives translated in the sight of God. 

Voices of Revelation {Chorus). 

Great and small together blend, 
The beginning is the end, 
Time is not, God was of yore, 
Is now, and shall be evermore. 

Voices of Nature {Chorus). 

Earth his form, his passing breath 
Freights a soul from birth to death. 

Voices of Prophecy {Semi-chorus). 

Yet hail thee mortal for his power 
Wrought by thee, it is thy dower 
Above all other men to be 
Informed with his divinity. 

Voices of Inspiration {Semi-chorus). 

This new Adam who refrained, 
Being tempted yet abstained, 
Through obedience hath attained. 



All (Full Chorus). 

Mortal, thou alone hast trod 
One with nature, one with God. 

Voices of Inspiration (Semi- chorus). 

What are shackles, what is pain, 
To the soul that lives again. 

All (Full Chorus). 

Let thy dust to dust return, 
As the woody fibres burn ; 
For the spirit shall ascend, 
Creature and creator blend, 
Till the soul and God are one. 



The following choruses of Revelation and of Sons of Men are 
supposed to sound from a distance, as from the remote future, and are 
not immediate, as the preceding choruses : — 

Voices of Prophecy (Semi- chorus). 

Peoples vast, innumerable, 
Multitudes acclaim thee 
Chief of men ! 



Sons of Men (First Semi- chorus). 

How are the mighty fallen ! 
The lowly lifted up, 
The bond set free ! 

Sons of Men (Second Semi-chorus). 

We have seen him in a chariot of fire. 
We have heard him in the storm. 

Voices of Inspiration (Semi-chorus). 

Though ye have shed innocent blood, 
Yet shall the blood of the innocent 
Sprinkle the gates of the Temple 
Even the Holy of Holies ! 



Sons of Men {First Semi-chorus). 
Thou art a spirit, 
And all who worship, worship thee in spirit ! 

Voices of Prophecy (Semi-chorus). 

Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, 

For he hath prepared a way before him in the wilderness. 

Voices of Prophecy. 

Behold, I show you a mystery, 

Which hath been hidden with God from the beginning. 

Chorus of Revelation. 

As he is made equal with God 
So ye are sons in him, 
And if sons heirs. 

Chorus of Inspiration (Semi- chorus). 

The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof; 
We are his people and the sheep of his pasture. 

Voices of Prophecy {Semi- chorus). 
Israel shall be glad, 

And the ends of the earth shall praise thee, 
For thou hast visited and redeemed thy people. 

Chorus of the Sons of Men. 

Gentile and Jew are we 

Brothers in liberty, 

All sons of God. 

In this new, dawning, day 

Bondmen from dark Cathay, 

Northmen in proud array, 

All sons of God. 

Foreheads once branded now 

Marked on each shining brow 

A son of God. 

Hear from Gethsemane 

Voices of prophecy : 

All men are equal, free, 

All sons of God. 



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